Thunder Dome House of Gold

Upon her arrival, the stranger had lowered herself to display submission. She could accept the gesture for now, if only because she did not yet view the other female as being her equal. No longer was she a loner, but the chieftess of a tribe, and as such she could see only her tribe members as her equals. It was the way many things worked, and she knew it was necessary if she wished to keep her current members safe and her position secured. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Iris. My name is Asterr," she said, returning the introduction. She kept silent there after, listening closely to what she had to say.

"We do have an opening," the yearling revealed, her tone calm but expression inquisitive. "What might you be able to offer to us?" It was nothing more than formalities, knowing she needed to ask for the bettering of her tribe. However, it was far from being the deciding factor. Asterr believed that skills could be acquired and lost at any given time, making them of little importance right from the jump. Things could be learned, traits developed—they were changeable, unlike one's sense of loyalty.